Life without boundaries by ezio khoza (naccinucci)

Previously

…As I walked back to my living cube, the hum of the System seemed to intensify, no longer a soothing lullaby but a discordant drone. The perfect temperature felt suffocating. The lavender scent was a suffocating perfume. I looked at the crystalline towers, at the controlled lights, and for the first time, I didn’t see perfection. I saw a gilded cage. And I knew, with a certainty that both terrified and exhilarated me, that I could no longer stay inside. The seed Elder Maeve had given me felt warm in my palm, a tiny promise of something more, something wild, something free. The question of 'why' was no longer a whisper; it was a roar.